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Saltwater Joys

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Just to wake up in the morning to the quiet of the cove
And to hear Aunt Bessie talking to herself
And to hear poor Uncle John mumbling wishes to old Nell,
It made me feel like everything was fine.

I was born down by the water, It's here I'm gonna stay;
I've searched for all the reasons why I should go away,
But I haven't got the thrist for all those modern-day toys,
So I'll just take my chances with those salt-water joys.

Following the little brook as it trickles to the shore
In the autumn when the trees are flaming red,
Kicking leaves that fall around me, watching sunset paint the hills,
It's all I'll ever need to feel at home.

This this island that we cling to has been handed down with pride
By folks who fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride,
So I'll compliment her beauty, hold on to my goodbyes,
Stay and take my chances with those salt-water joys.

How can I leave those mornings with the sunrise on the cove
And the gulls like flies surrounding Clayton's wharf?
Platter's Island wrapped in rainbow in the evening after fog,
The ocean smells are perfume to my soul.

Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds,
Where warm and gentle people turn to swarm in faceless crowds.
So I'll do without their riches, the glamour and the noise,
And I'll stay and take my chances with those salt water toys.

Some go to where the buildings reach to meet the clouds,
Where warm and gentle people turn to swarm in faceless crowds.
So I'll do without their riches, the glamour and the noise,
And I'll stay and take my chances with those salt water joys.

####.... Wayne Chaulk of Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers....####

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Capo on 5th fret

Just to {G}wake up in the {D}morning to the {Em}quiet of the {C}cove
And to {G}hear Aunt Bessie {D7}talking to her{G}self
And to {G}hear poor Uncle {D}John mumbling {Em}wishes to old {C}Nell,
It {G}made me feel like {D7}everything was {G}fine.

I was {D}born down by the {Em}water, It's {C}here I'm gonna {G}stay;
I've {D}searched for all the {Em}reasons why {C}I should go a{G}way,
But I haven't got the {D}thrist for all those {Em}modern-day {C}toys,
So {G}I'll just take my chances with those {D7}salt-water {G}joys.

Alternate tabs

Just to {C}wake up in the {G}morning to the {Am}quiet of the {F}cove
And to {C}hear Aunt Bessie {G7}talking to her{C}self
And to {C}hear poor Uncle {G}John mumbling {Am}wishes to old {F}Nell,
It {C}made me feel like {G7}everything was {C}fine.

I was {G}born down by the {Am}water, It's {F}here I'm gonna {C}stay;
I've {G}searched for all the {Am}reasons why {F}I should go {C}away,
But I haven't got the {G}thrist for all those {Am}modern-day {F}toys,
So {C}I'll just take my chances with those {G7}salt-water {C}joys.

{C}Following the little {G}brook as it {Am}trickles to the {F}shore
In the {C}autumn when the {G7}trees are flaming {C}red,
Kicking {C}leaves that fall around {G7}me, watching {Am}sunset paint the {F}hills,
It's {C}all I'll ever {G7}need to feel at {C}home.

{G}This this island that we {Am}cling to has been {F}handed down with {C}pride
By {G}folks who fought to {Am}live here, taking hard{F}ships all in {C}stride,
So I'll compliment her {G}beauty, {Am}hold on to my {F}goodbyes,
{C}Stay and take my chances with those {G7}salt-water {C}joys.

{C}How can I leave those {G}mornings with the {Am}sunrise on the {F}cove
And the {C}gulls like flies sur{G7}rounding Clayton's {C}wharf?
{C}Platter's Island wrapped in {G}rainbow in the {Am}evening after {F}fog,
The {C}ocean smells are {G7}perfume to my {C}soul.

{C}Some go to where the {Am}buildings {F}reach to meet the {C}clouds,
{G}Where warm and gentle {Am}people turn to {F}swarm in faceless {C}crowds.
So I'll do without their {G}riches, the {Am}glamour and the {F}noise,
And I'll {C}stay and take my chances with those salt{G7}water {C}toys.

{C}Some go to where the {Am}buildings {F}reach to meet the {C}clouds,
{G}Where warm and gentle {Am}people turn to {F}swarm in faceless {C}crowds.
So I'll do without their {G}riches, the {Am}glamour and the {F}noise,
And I'll {C}stay and take my chances with those salt{G7}water {C}joys.

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